BUT—can I say something honestly now? You might not like it. But sometimes, because you are trying to do everything, for everyone, sometimes you’re exhausted for us. You disappear on us. Not physically, not like your own parents, and not like I did. I know I can’t ever take back what I did when Poppy was born but I’ve made up for it now, so *deep breath* you need to stop throwing it back in my face when we argue, because it hurts. I’m here, I’m present: I’m not going
